I once had a girl. We met at a jazz club on the Upper West Side. My friend Lane had dragged me there, telling me I would really dig the sax player. I didn’t want to go because I was broke. And I was embarrassed that Lane always picked up the check when we were […]
A few years ago, I moved to Gloucester, Massachusetts—lock, stock, and barrel. Soon, I’d become enamored with the woods up here. I would spend countless hours running (perhaps walking) around in God’s glorious firmament (I believe the firmament encompasses the Earth and not just the sky. Is not our planet part of the firmament?) Anyway, […]
This one’s for Bob the Bitter Bluebird. No one is trying to kill me in this one. And as a side note: When this kind of stuff happens to you, it’s easy to remember every detail. But don’t ask me what kind of cereal I had for breakfast this morning because I couldn’t tell ya. […]
Andrew Joyce 